RIDDLE.
I’m sometimes very honest, sometimes not,
And less sincere at court than in a cot;
Sometimes I pleasure give, and sometimes pain,
And now I praise bestow, and now disdain;
The lovelier I appear when small my throne,
Enlarge but this, and all my beauty’s gone;
Sullen and silent when my friends are gone,
I’m e’en invisible if left alone;
Few things there are, at least but few I know,